- Which World War is this, Alfred? I don't remember… hey… which…?
- Third, Arthur – you reply with a quiet smile, - It's the third.
- Where am I…?
Around me metals are bending in a strange way. Infinite lines of numbers are running through the thin air. Greenish light.
- At my side.
Green is your favourite colour. You said, it's because of me.
Touch screen. Your fingers are running over the characters so fast, that it's almost impossible to follow.
World map. I look up, and stare at it lazily.
Red dots on all of the countries, like grotesque blood drops.
But something is amiss.
- This map is incomplete.
- No, it is complete just like this.
- But look at it, you idiot, Japan is not there! Can't you find him?
- Yes, Arthur, I found him.
I stare at you as blank, as your eyes are.
Some laming pain, similar to becoming stiff, does not allow me to move.
I'm sitting in a chair, and because looking at you is more painful than anything else, I look at the mangled map again.
- You know, that Japan did not obey my warning to stop making nuclear weapons. Who knows, what he planned. You knew him as well.
- France is not there either! – I snap. My throat is dry. Your smile is cold.
- Of course he isn't. – you spoke to me, as if I were a child. – He protested against Japan's elimination in the name of the European Union. What did he think, how long can he play the boss? Now there's no France.
- In this map… what…
You continue to type.
- What are you doing, America?! – now I try to get up, but the restraints won't let me.
- You told me to read more, right?
The oceans gain place.
- I read something awesome in a book.
They cover the ground.
- „The original state was the good one, the evil came with the world."
Nuclear dawning. The world is a bare, green net.
There's only one single red dot left.
It flickers.
It flickers.
- And if the world does not exist, than evil won't exist either! The justice will prevail for once and all! I'll lead it to its victory!
Your blue eyes flash sharply.
I do not feel your propitiatory kiss any more.
The salty tears on my face, on your face.
The salty blood.
Your stiffing arms, which are still hugging me.
Something flashes up, sharply and whitely.
Everything is white.
Snow-white.